At this comment Sophia giggled and gestured to the patched ceiling and at Cami and Angara's renewed vigilance. "I think Rytien and Anuion have already gotten into all the trouble that's going."
Alaklondewen looked around carefully to see who was in hearing range before saying conspiratorially, "I bet there's more where it came from..." Sophia laughed, and a waiter brought over two tall glasses of champagne. Picking hers up delicately she considered before drinking.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
[ May 04, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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